Page 79 of Saving Grace
“Matt!”
“If you want a grand wedding, I’ll give it to you after we’ve taken care of The Reaper. But I’m not waiting six months or more to marry you,” he said, pausing by the door. “Do you want your mom here for this one? There’s time to fly her in.”
My mom? Shit. His ability to sidetrack me blew my mind.
“She’ll find it strange if I’d tell her not to mention anything to Elliot. She doesn’t know I’m pregnant either. Besides, I don’t think it’s safe to be around me at the moment.”
Matt nodded. “I can hire some security for her, but yeah, that will only make her worry.”
“Maybe we can delay getting married,” I said sweetly.
His face hardened at this. “That’s not even on the table. I’m not giving you any opportunity to change your mind.”
I laughed. “I wasn’t aware I had any choice.”
His eyes softened a bit, but his features remained resolute. “We’re signing those papers next week stating you’re mine and mine alone.”
Good Lord! What was with all this ‘mine’ bullshit?
“You’re so primitive.” I shook my head in amusement.
“Yeah, that’s how I fuck too.” He smirked and left the room.
Oh my, I felt that in my pussy. Are women supposed to be this horny in their first trimester? Whatever it was, this man kept me on my toes because I didn’t even discuss with him our need to get to Dallas. And I had a sneaking suspicion he’d manipulated that conversation deliberately.
A text message on my phone drew me out of my head.
Millie: Can I come over? Matt told me to keep an eye on you.
Me: Give me five minutes. I’m just getting out of bed.
I wondered what Matt had and had not told Millie. There couldn’t have been enough time to tell her about the return of my memory and my doubts of Troy.
Millie: Matt should really take it easy on you. ;)
Me: Not what you’re thinking!
Millie: What do you want for breakfast?
Like Matt, Millie was adept at changing the topic. It also seemed everyone wanted to feed the pregnant woman.
Me: Waffles. What else?
I didn’t wait for Millie to respond and headed to the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth, took off the robe I had on since the night before and donned a pink long-sleeved tee and heather gray yoga pants. I gathered my hair in a loose pony tail and made my way to the kitchen to make some coffee.
I saw a note on the kitchen counter. “Coffee is ready to go, babe. Just push the button.”
Matt and I were beginning to sound like an old married couple.
Ten minutes later, a knock sounded on the door.
I headed to the entrance and threw the door open. Millie walked past me.
“You didn’t even check if it was really me,” she muttered in disapproval.
“Matt just installed a temporary webcam.” I pointed to the tablet by the kitchen counter.
“I guess I shouldn’t worry too much,” she quipped and set the bags on the table. “Hmm, that coffee smells good. I thought Matt wouldn’t let you drink coffee.”